#ironwoven

[folkorae]

❧ ⸻ plotted thing i owe eons ago with @ironwoven / Feyre & Xaden !

𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 ; today is an especially busy day in the southern area of ​​ Basgiath. The hospital wing is already full of cadets and experienced dragon riders with serious ( or not-so-serious ) injuries that need to be treated. With the return of the challenges that happen in the Rider’s Quadrant, healers are in more demand than usual. Particularly today, Feyre noticed some tension among her fellow healers and as she delivered pain-relieving medicine to a rider, she heard them saying that the rebel's son was there.

It took a moment for Feyre to realize who they were talking about — Xaden Riorson, and he was alone near the bed in the corner. They treat the marked ones when they showed up here, but Feyre knew some healers refused to treat them. No one wanted to go near the rebellion commander's son. Feyre felt a pang of guilt and pity. It's not Riorson's fault that his father did what he did, right ? The healers denying to treat him seems so wrong. Feyre walked towards him, ignoring the low warnings of the others, she stopped in front of the rider who appeared to be doing . . . What is he trying to do ? “ You are doing it wrong. ” Her voice came out, calm and serene , as her blue-gray eyes analyzes any injuries.

[ircnwrought]

@ironwoven (liam) gets a semi-plotted elide !!

__________☾     A HAND ALONG THE STONE WALL STEADIES HER AS SHE MAKES HER WAY BACK TO THE DORMS. though her limp is more pronounced now at the end of the day, her wince comes when her teeth accidentally brush against her newly split lip. imogen && some of the others have given her the tools to win her challenges. despite the threshing injury that never healed right ( with no mender in sight for a child of the rebellion ), she finds her size && speed work in her advantage most days. today is not one of them. ❛   it looks worse than it is. it'll heal in no time && definitely before the next time i'm called to the mat.   ❜ a small smile at that. she is a fighter through && through despite the quiet demeanor.

[atv-migrated]

before they'd come north, kat knew there had been some discussion of a wedding between one of the twins and one of the two eldest stark children. she'd been excited for the trip, despite the circumstances. jon arryn had been a good friend of her father's and a good hand. she was sure discussions of marriage predated the man's death though. securing alliances for their house and her supposed future had always been priorities in that order. the trip north had been colored by her worries about her future, and despite the fact that she'd begged for joffrey's marriage to be prioritized as he was to be king one day and would need a suitable wife, neither of her parents had listened. kat had prayed for forgiveness from the gods for potentially dooming a poor girl to her twin brother's bed.

the north was not as she had expected and neither were the starks. they were so different from everyone she had known back home and she felt, somewhat terrifyingly, she could grow to love this dreary place if she had to. robb stark himself was fine as well, not her type by any means, but she saw how myrcella looked at him and heard how she'd gushed that kat was so lucky to be marrying him. more importantly than his looks, he seemed kind and she liked watching him and his family. they seemed to truly love each other which was a concept utterly foreign to her. kat, myrcella and tommen were close, of course, but there was always the looming presence of joffrey that soured the mood. she loved her twin, to some degree, but she could not wait for the chance to be leagues away from him. their parents were still deciding, weighing the merits of sending sansa and arya to the capital with their father and sansa marrying joffrey, or of kat marrying robb. kat thought liked sansa, she didn't want the poor girl anywhere near her brother, despite how she'd caught her looking at him like he'd hung the very stars in the sky. she did not know if it would make any difference if she showed how agreeable she could be, but for her sake and sansa's kat didn't complain and tried to make friends.

the great hall was warm and loud, and kat had to weave through people talking and dancing after she left the head table. she'd been sat next to her brother, who was next to their mother. she'd sat and watched for long enough, everyone else seemed like they were having so much fun. she was nervous approaching him, if only because she knew their parents watched on from the dais. she found him and stood for a moment, before inviting herself to sit at the open spot on the bench next to robb. "you and your friends looked like you were having so much fun over here, i thought i might be missing out if i stayed where i was." perhaps she was overcompensating with false confidence just a little, she thought as she fought the urge to check if her mother was watching. "hope i'm not disturbing anything."

STARTER for @ironwoven / robb stark *

[west1rosi]

They   all   said   he   would   turn   into   a   wolf.   More   wolf   than   man,   the   stories   said,   of   the   new   King   in   the   North.   Elyra   sees   those   Tully   eyes   and   knows   at   least   some   part   of   the   stories   are   as   true   as   that   mighty   direwolf   of   his   with   his   yellow   eyes,   always   watching.   She   is   not   the   highest   of   trueborns,   and   her   house   might   be   among   the   chief   bannermen   of   the   Lannisters   but   she   wonders   if   he   wound   treat   her   as   horrid   as   the   tales   of   what   Joffrey   does   to   his   sister.   "I   did   not   lost   my   escort   willingly.   .   .My   Lord."   Noticing   her   own   mistake,   Elyra   just   sighs   at   her   own   words   before   correcting.   "Your   Grace.   I   apologize   for   that.   .   .it's   hard   to   keep   track   who   is   king   these   days."  

There   are   five   kings,   and   then   some.   Blue   eyes   set   on   him   for   a   moment   before   continuing   with   her   previous   statement.   "Your   Grace,   my   guard   seems   to   suffer   from   all   the   illness   of   a   man   of   war.   I   had   to   get   away   for   my   own   sake.   But   I   never   left."   But   she   could've.   She   knew   these   lands   more   than   she   knew   herself,   studies   of   the   land   and   a   passion   for   geography,   she   could've   taken   a   horse   and   ride   away.   She   could   outrun   his   guards   and   soldiers,   but   she   doesn't   think   the   same   goes   to   his   direwolf.   "My   brother   is   still   captive   here.   And   I   shall   remain   at   his   side." @ironwoven

[myrc3lla-a]

"will   he   bite   me?"   myrcella   asks,   half   cowering   behind   the   center   table,   as   eye   flash   between   the   man   and   the   beast.   the   beast   itself   is   magnificent,   if   not   too   wide   and   big   for   one's   comprehension.   last   time   she   saw   him,   she   had   been   a   child   and   the   beast   nothing   but   a   pup,   they   had   fit   in   her   lap!   and   now?   big   and   only   a   few   years   had   happened   between   then   and   now.  

emerald   eyes   widen   as   they   fixate   on   the   direwolf,   her   cloak   still   all   too   light   for   the   winter   weather   (   she   was   still   so   used   to   the   dornish   sun   ),   but   she   was   thankful   for   a   pair   of   gloves   she   had   found   as   spare.   "i   would   very   much   keep   my   hands,   of   course.   would   it   be   alright   if   I   pet   him?"   @ironwoven

[roseguided]

@ironwoven ASKED, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉. ( 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔 ! )

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 positions their baby will let her sleep in. on her back or on her side & even then, body begins to ache if she lays too longe in the morning. of course, all of this was something alys was familiar with before she got pregnant with aemond’s child. having had three pregnancies prior to this—the witch was very familiar with what her body went through, what ailments from it would impact her. ( bad morning sickness the first few months, intense cravings, aching bones & hips. her sleep would be poor & alys already knew she couldn’t stomach the smell of fish or ale. ) ; green eyes watch as aemond presses his palm flat against her stomach, the only thing between flesh against flesh with the nightgown she wore. a grin spreads against her lips & even wider when he leans done to press a sweet keep against the top of it. hand lingers near the back of her beloveds head as he does so: ❛ it will be a boy, i feel. a big boy, with my hair. white streaks in his hair, violet eyes of a targaryen. ❜ claims alys fondly as hand moves to his shoulder. ❛ what do you think , do you hope it is a boy ? ❜

[bruiisedpetals-a]

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 ( of @ironwoven ) + 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

whomever had written to her, knew her ... knew her grandmother daenerys ... and something in their writing intrigued vaelerys. she was bonded for several years with silverwing yet recently saddled with an idiot of a husband. such an isolated dragon in many regards; surrounded by celtigar crabs, the mooton salmon and now the tully trout. so, true to her nature, it was hard to ignore the request for a meeting. even if the writer had not named themselves. at the very least, it irked her lord husband murry tully that she refused to divulge anything to him as she left riverrun atop silverwing. though, she'd fed him enough little details to infuriate him before she departed. vaelerys no ladies nor guards with her, a dragon was enough protection to her mind. the click of her shoes came to a slower pace as she approached someone who seemed a stranger, yet all too familiar. "i know you," vaelerys said after a moment searching her memory, once his face turned towards her fully ... it clicked. haedon; the one she also considered a lost targaryen, the fabled son of her great-aunt saera. she couldn't be sure of the truth of the tales surrounding his life (death, even?) — none the less, her mind began to spin with possibilities, schemes, a way out, and potential reasons for his reaching out.

"haedon — my grandmother told me about you before she died. i found an image of your likeness as a young lad amongst her things, it had come from across the narrow sea — your mother, saera, was the younger sister of my grandmother daenerys." vaelerys paused then, now closer to him and her own hood pulled down ... she'd never met him before, but that picture she'd come across (her grandmother had sworn young vaelerys to secrecy when she asked about who was in the picture, but at the time she didn't know why) — that had aided her recognition of him. "though ... you seem unchanged, in many ways, from that image. forgive my bluntness, but what has brought about this meeting? i assumed you were, and would remain, far removed from westeros. and how did you even know of my existence?"

[carnagebleda]

i thought i'd lost you. ( from aemond to alysanne )

' for a moment there so did i. ' alysanne's most recent childbirth was not an easy one, the maesters said the blood loss was nearly fatal but after nearly two days of sleeping she regained consciousness. still, on bed rest, she was holding her newborn son while her newborn daughter slept beside her. ' we might have to take a hiatus on making any more heirs for a while. ' there was a small smile on her lips to try and lighten the mood but neither of them came this close to death before. it didn't seem real.

I THOUGHT...PROMPTS // NOT ACCEPTING // @ironwoven

[kronulv]

@ironwoven asked: “You’re not planning to refuse me, are you?” ( from cersei )

eyebrows   shot   upward   in   surprise   at   the   womans'   words.   he   is   not   a   man   to   jump   to   conclusions   but   some   things   are   known   of   the   woman.   the   queen   was   a   beautiful   woman,   that   much   is   true.   "your   grace,   that   hardly   seems   like   a   good   idea.   less   alone   a   proper   one."   he   is   older   than   her   oldest   son,   barely   so   at   that   and   here   she   was,   implying.   .   .something?   after   all   their   families   had   come   to   pass.   there   is   a   short   pause   as   the   young   wolf   leers   over,   tully   blues   settling   on   the   woman.  

"your   brother   and   father   would   have   my   neck.   and   i   am   rather   fond   of   it."   if   theon   had   been   there,   he   would   be   laughing   right   to   his   face   when   he   spoke   of   what   was   being   proposed   there.   robb   is   a   man   still   and   his   blood   runs   hot   with   the   adrenaline   of   battle   and   the   ache   of   home   but   that   seems   to   be   a   leep   from   one   thing   to   another.   

[bcrbleue]

@ironwoven gets a plotted starter! ( for rhaenyra )

it was known to the girl that she'd lose a friend. but as alicent found herself alone more and more, it was becoming clear that rhaenyra had been her only true friend in court. she spent so much time with the other girl that other possible friendships were tossed aside. she preferred the princess over everyone else, and now that was coming back as a cold reminder. now, all that surrounded her were smiling faces. people who wanted the new queen's favor. those who wanted something from her. being the daughter of a second son, that was a problem alicent never had before. until now.

among many other problems.

she passed through the busy keep with one place in mind; the godswood. perhaps it would be empty and she could find solace, but the young queen should've known better when she spotted a familiar face already there. great minds thought alike. or rather, it was just the favored spot of them both. and that didn't change.

she shifted from one foot to the other. they had barely spoken a word between them since the wedding not long ago, though not for lack of alicent trying. she so dearly wanted things to go back as they were, but nothing would be the same. still, she couldn't help but try. ❝ is there room for another here? ❞ she asked, a small and uncertain smile on her face. ❝ i know things have changed, but...i don't want anything to change between us. ❞ even though they already have...

[helaenaes]

closed starter for @ironwoven's Aemond.

"Please, come back soon." Her fingers are pale and slender but deft with the fittings on his armor. He is a good fighter. He's made sure of that. Still, there is a tightness in her chest as she rests a hand on his. The metal is cold on her palm and she curls her fingertips against the sigil of their house. She had waved away the maids and insisted on armoring him herself. It made her feel better to know, to see in front of her that he was protected. It would grant her no real control over the future. The future was fixed. It was inevitable. It stretched before them, yawning dark and endless in a way that made it hard for Helaena to breathe.

Her hand stilled on his chest and she lifted eyes to meet his. He looked every bit the warrior she knew him to be. He would be alright. They would all be alright. Still, all she could see beyond him was darkness, and the room felt colder somehow. Emptier. Perhaps there wasn't a room here at all. Perhaps they stood together in the midst of nothingness. A wide, gaping chasm from which they could not escape. For some reason she felt as though she might cry, and her voice was as unsteady as she was. "I don't feel safe unless I know you're nearby." She lifted her eyes to Aemond's face, although she hated to let him see how worried she was. It would only make him feel guilty, and she didn't want that.

[folkorae]

❧ ⸻ message from @ironwoven : ❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜ ( from xaden to violet )

She is still angry with him but it is a repressed anger ; Violet understands why Xaden didn't mention that Brennan is alive. He couldn't put her older brother or the entire revolution at risk. But still, Violet would have liked to know that her brother is alive — and living well and not killed in battle as she and the Sorrengail family believed all these years. That's a topic for another time and Xaden probably knows how upset she is ( and blaming herself every day for what happened to Liam ) but Violet isn't going to ruin their goodbye. The rider knew that at some point, her wing leader would graduate and be sent to an outpost.

As that day approached, Violet became more and more worried. Now that the moment has truly arrived for him to go, her heart sinks. Of course, she trusts Xaden can take care of himself — but there is still that premature, anxious fear of something happening to him. Violet Sorrengail is not afraid of death, despite having encountered it several times throughout her first year at Basgiath and the cadet also knows how to protect herself when danger overtakes her. But what if something happens to Xaden and she's not around to stop it, to protect him ? If the linking bond they have because of the mating dragons doesn't end her, the guilt and sadness certainly will. Violet looks at him, cheeks pink because of his words ( the effect he has on her is incredible ).

But she has some effect on him as well and without thinking twice, Violet approaches Xaden. Her feet moved up to his, in an attempt to get closer to his height ( which wasn't enough because of the height difference ), and placing her hands on his flight jacket, bringing him closer. The moment their lips touched, Violet's hands moved up and stopped on his cheeks, holding his face. It doesn't matter if the others were watching them now — and everyone should already know that the two of them are together by now. Violet doesn't care what they think. She loves Xaden and she's going to show that love to him and the world while she still can. Because when you're a dragon rider, you never know what tomorrow will bring. “ I love you. ” She whispers just for him to hear as she pulls away just enough to rest her forehead against his, arms now around Xaden's neck. “ Be careful. I will see you in two weeks. ”

[isgull]

"the castle may stand but the crown will crumble." she's speaking to herself, really — she always is. helaena's thoughts usually remained as mere thoughts until the time felt right to let somebody hear them, if they bothered to truly listen. how seriously her mother took her words was unknown to her but helaena did hope she was listening now, no matter how much she could sense the outcome for them wouldn't change. "it's too heavy for his head."

@ironwoven - for alicent ! starter call.

[ircnwrought]

[ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something // @ironwoven (azriel) to rhys !!

__________✰    NIGHT THREATENS TO SPILL FROM CURLED FINGERTIPS, gripping the sides of his seat && nearly cracking the wood beneath. tamlin's poison seeps into the air, slandering his name, his court. he can weather the destruction of his reputation, can withstand the hate mingled with his past && the blame for fifty years of torment when the lords should all know the cost of survival. what he will not abide by is to hear his mate's name amongst that filth, to have her debased && disrespected by one who claimed to love her once. he is about to damn the treaty, damn the consequences of this council && let his power level spring for the slights, only a hand on his shoulder reels the beast back in. && in the eye of the storm, his brother's voice cuts across the space. be careful how you speak about my high lady.

[west1rosi]

"mother   say   you   are   calling   for   dragonriders."   untamed   dragons   lay   under   the   castle   in   dragonstone.   the   possibility   of   claiming   one   of   those   dragons   as   her   own   makes   the   young   woman   excited   with   the   possibility.   while   in   looks,   she   had   grown   to   look   much   alike   her   father's   looks   (   silver   like   hair   and   lilac   amethyst   eyes   show   no   doubt   of   who   she   was   ),   she   was   still   one   to   have   no   dragon   of   her   own.

  no   fault   of   anyone,   rather   spending   most   of   her   time   at   the   iron   islands,   despite   her   mother   remaining   mostly   at   the   castle.   "i   want   to   join   the   battle.   i   know   I   can   bond   with   at   least   one." @ironwoven ft. daemon.

[myrc3lla-a]

@ironwoven asked: “Make no mistake. You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.” ( from jon <3 )

Tensions   had   grown   in   the   kingdoms   since   the   last   time   she   had   met   Jon   Snow.   He   is   a   man   now,   a   crown   on   his   head   as   he   was   named   king   in   the   north   by   his   people.   The   North   has   a   right   to   distrust   her,   perhaps,   rumors   of   taking   the   princess   away   or   hurting   her   have   reach   her   (the   fate   of   her   Lannisters   cousins   under   Karstark's   hand   had   also   reach   her,   and   so,   she   fears).   But   when   he   speaks,   Myrcella   feels   safe,   understands   that   under   that   rough   exterior   lay   a   man   who   only   wishes   to   protect.  

Her   breath   is   caught,   shaken,   his   words   perhaps   implying   something   else   that   spark   her   heart   into   beating   faster.   "I'm   yours?"   Myrcella   murmurs,   merely   a   whisper   but   she   knows   he   can   hear.   Gods,   she   thinks   he   can   see   everything   with   those   dark   eyes   of   his.   See   and   hear.   He   is   a   wolf   but   she   has   no   fear   of   him.   "Am   I   yours   to   keep?"